Miss Destiny By femmeslave My divorce had went well; I got the house, two cars and enough alimony to live very well for perhaps the rest of my life (Damn! I Love California). After only two years of marriage this nice two bed room spread was going to be my new showpiece. I played my idiot ex-husband like a fiddle. My long blonde hair and perfect body had him pussy whipped since day one. But first things first, I needed to redecorate and get this place more in line with my own personal tastes, so after a few weeks of remodeling I was pretty happy with my new living arrangements. My friend and next door neighbor, a cute 30something brunette named Stacy suggested I hire someone to come in a day or two each week to do laundry and cleaning. She recommended the lady that works for her, because I needed someone whom was honest and could be trusted, as well as being discreet, and I was planning to do a lot of catching up now that I was free again. Stacy set up the interview which was just a formality as far as I was concerned, so I stuck around the house Monday waiting for Miss Destiny to show up. At 9am on the dot Miss Destiny showed up for her interview, I was a little surprised that she was only a few years older than I. But when I decided to make things a little more informal by referring to her as Destiny, she quickly corrected me and insisted I call her Miss Destiny. She was so serious and stern. I also felt that she lacked a sense of humor. So, I thought it was best to not attempt to become too close to her and just keep the relationship very professional. She said that she could work six hours both Thursday and Friday of each week, which was fine with me, and after agreeing on wages, she shook my hand and said that she could start in a few days. As she shook my hand we made eye contact, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I could feel her strength and power in her grip, and her eyes seem to look right through my soul, and the feeling made me a little upset. I mean, "How dare the black lady maid come into my home and make me feel so ill at ease". I called Stacy and asked if she was sure I was doing the right thing by hiring this lady, but Stacy assured me that Miss Destiny would have my house spotless.... Just like hers. When Thursday rolled around Miss Destiny showed up on time and got to work immediately. I figured the best course of action was to show her how I wanted certain things done. I simply MUST have things done my way, but she had a way of talking that quickly seemed to turn the tables. She insisted on showing me the best way to clean the floor and bathroom, and before the day ways over my house was in much better shape. It did not seem to dawn on me that I was working right along side of Miss Destiny, maybe even doing more work then she did. I promised myself that it would not happen again........ but..... the very next day I found myself doing the very same thing. I could not figure out how this kept happening. I let it go for the time being, and blamed it on my youth and inexperience, but I was determined to show her who was boss when she comes to work the next Thursday and Friday. When Miss Destiny showed up for work that Thursday I was going to once and for all put that uppity black bitch in her place, but when I tried to confront Miss Destiny, I felt like a little girl trying to speak to an imposing figure. My voice cracked, and I stammered. I could not even make eye contact! I felt so meek and helpless in the presence of this tall black Amazon lady. So, by the end of the month it was like I was working for Miss Destiny, she made sure that it was I who did all of the heavy and hard work, and she even started inspecting my work, and I found myself working harder and harder to please her, it gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling when she told me I was doing a good job. That Saturday Stacy called and asked how things were working out between me and Miss Destiny, I told her, "everything was working out fine" and that my house had never been cleaner, which brought what I thought was a giggle from Stacy. When Miss Destiny arrived for work the following week I was already peeking out the window waiting for her. I had grown to really love and enjoy her company and she was always willing to offer me advice and suggestions. Those piercing dark eyes of hers would not allow me to do anything but just shut up and listen to what she had to say. After about six months, I seemed to be under the complete control and influence of Miss Destiny. Though I don't consider myself gay, my feelings towards Miss Destiny were the feelings I feel when I was falling in love with a man. But Miss Destiny was not a man; she was a woman, more woman than I had ever known before. She was the strongest most confident woman I had ever met. Whenever, she looked at me I turned into a giddy, silly schoolgirl. Once she playfully brushed her hand on my cheek and I unconsciously grabbed her hand and rubbed my face against the smooth underside of her backhand. The next week when she came to work I made sure I had on the shortest shorts that I dared wear and I wore a low cut blouse that if I had to lean over would show my ample charms to their full advantage, I felt myself irresistible. When Miss Destiny arrived her reaction was swift and to the point, she called me a fucking white slut and whore, and said, "How dare I dress this way in front of her without her permission". My cheeks became flush red with embarrassment(I could have died right there on the spot), and I honestly felt like the whore that she had called me, but on the bright side, perhaps if I had only asked her permission, maybe she would allow me to dress sexy for her. I apologized to Miss Destiny, the words flowed like the tears from my eyes. I'm not sure of everything I said but whatever it was it seemed to suffice, at least for the time being. I had known this woman for less than a year and yet somehow she now controlled my every thought and action. She had not showed any sexual interest in me and yet she was all I could ever think about. I who had never once ever thought about being with a woman just one year ago was now willing to do anything for a chance to make love to my maid. To submit my once proud and beautiful self to the whim of this Black Goddess seem to be my only goal. Perhaps, she felt sorry for me or maybe it was all part of her plan to make me beg like a bitch in heat for her approval. But she said the words I longed and wanted to hear when she said, "get naked you fucking piece of white trash". Miss Destiny then threw me on the sofa and proceeded to rape me with her mouth. Her tongue was the stiffest thing I had had felt in my cunt in almost a year, and just as I was about to come she slapped me hard across the face and said that I was to never cum without her permission, I bit my lip hard and thrashed as much as I could, but her strong arms held me pinned down, and my over excited pussy was no match for her expert mouth. To my embarrassment I came without her permission. Miss Destiny angered by my disrespect of her forced me over her lap and spanked me very hard, calling me a slut and whore, and with each name she called me I became a slut and a whore... her white slut and whore. Miss Destiny then threw me back on the sofa and repeated the process all over again and I soon fell deeply under her spell. By the end of the day I was the living pet of Miss Destiny. I spent the night with Miss Destiny in my bed I gave her all my mouth could offer. I gave Miss Destiny a complete tongue bath, both front and back, paying special attention to clean her underarms and backside. Her smooth muscular body with its flat stomach and large but yet firm breast took my breath away. Under the guidance and instruction of Miss Destiny I learned how to eat pussy and ass like a pro that night. I woke up the next morning with what felt like a hangover my head was light and spinning but the moment I caught a whiff of Miss Destiny pussy my head cleared and I dove face first between her thighs, loving the musty sweet sticky taste of her pussy, and after eating three orgasms from her, she slowly rolled over and presented her beautiful black ass to me. I needed no encouragement to start serving it. I planted hundreds of kisses over the smooth cheeks before spreading those beautiful orbs to get a taste of her crack. I ran my tongue from the top to the bottom, tongue first I explored deeper and deeper until my face was buried deep between the cheeks of her ass. The little hole puckered with each swipe of my tongue. The taste was heaven to me. I begin to suck her asshole and alternately pierced it's center with the tip of my tongue, she forced more of her ass into may face and I gorged myself like a pig in a trough, and then without warning I felt electric shocks in my pussy................... I WAS CUMMING, I was cumming without being touched, I was cumming from the act of eating Miss Destiny ass. I could not believe it, but I now had the ability to come without being touched. Over the next several days I came from eating her pussy as well, and by the end of the month Miss Destiny had turned me into her complete slave. In the weeks that followed Miss Destiny subjected me acts of almost unspeakable depravity. She controlled when and if I ate, she controlled when I went to the bathroom and she took complete control of all my finances. Miss Destiny stays here from Thursday through Sunday and I do not see her at all between Monday and Wednesday, and I dare not ask where she is but just try and deal with my unhappiness of not having her with me 24/7. I cannot begin to explain how hot it makes me when she takes normal mundane things like eating, sleeping, and even house cleaning or even going to the bathroom to control and sexually excite me. There is something so very sexy and erotic about belonging to someone who is not afraid to give me what I need. It has been months since I have eaten my dinner off of a plate. I like being fed off of her plate and licking her fingers clean afterwards. I enjoy giving Miss Destiny her pedicures and manicures and I have become an expert at waxing and shaving her pussy. It makes my mouth water whenever I think about her hairless mound and how I am able to now eat pussy and ass to her satisfaction. Sometimes, she makes sure that I am so hungry that I "literally" have to feed from her body for nourishment (she says that fasting is a very important part of worship). Now whenever I associate mental and physical fulfillment I think of Miss Destiny, she is the God I now pray to. I promised Miss Destiny that if she was to die before I did that I would follow her to the other side to be her slave for all eternity. The material things that I once valued so much now seem a far distant memory. I now know my place is at the feet of Miss Destiny. I'm still a cheap whore but the only dick I now serve is strapped to Miss Destiny and it NEVER goes soft. Miss Destiny promises to teach me more about power exchange and I'm anxious to learn how to be a better slave, and I'm not sure what else there is for me to learn but Miss Destiny says that the past year was only just the beginning It turns out that Stacy is the slave of Miss Destiny as well, and though the thought of sharing my Mistress makes me jealous. Miss Destiny assures me that I have nothing to worry about and that it makes no sense for all three of us to live apart. Miss Destiny wants to try having both of her slave's live under one roof. Miss Destiny thinks the competition between us for her attention would make us both better slaves, but there is no way I'm going to let that bitch Stacy be a bigger slut than I am, she is going to have to make an appointment if she wants to get her face Between the legs of Miss Destiny, because my tongue is going to keep that sweet pussy and ass fulfilled 24 hours a day if I have to. The End?
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